Sleep

Sleep is like a horny gentleman
Unremarkable and not particularly interesting
The kind of date we'd go out with when everyone else is busy, and quickly forget
Once our schedule gets filled up with more exciting endeavors
But we also forget
That he waits silently in our beds
Face toward the wall, night after night
For a shagged bag of us to return
Worn and bruised
To allow ourselves to fall in
Face down
As we let go of all inhibitions
And give in to his skillful ravishing of our bodies
Filling us up
With a strange satisfaction
As we stare into the darkness behind our eyelids
Recounting how we kill ourselves
One day at a time.